Wedding Dust's
39. Nadya Ayunda
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I'm restless. Couldn't calm down even a little when I found out Hansel was following me to Surabaya.
What if he also finds out, even desperate to go to the mother's father's house? What answer would I give them later if a man came to the house and claimed to be a friend? Or will Hansel even acknowledge himself as a close friend who is more than just close? Hansel is amazing. He was much more reckless than Bagas.
If Bagas values privacy more, then Hansel will put his ego first in order to achieve what he wants. Yeah, I'm slowly getting to know Hansel's nature on that one. He was reckless, and of course selfish.
My agent today is going to my in-laws' house and staying overnight. Oh okay, let's just focus on that, no need to care about the arrival of Hansel that will damage my mood.
It took me about thirty minutes to get to my mom's house. Yep, I called his mother Bagas by the name of mama, just as Bagas called him.
“Eh, unfortunately mama..” screeched mama when the door I tapped three times was open. He hugged me tightly with affection. Maybe this is how Juwi felt all along, living in the midst of complete affection from both parents. Bagas, maybe so. Because basically, Bagas is also a loving person. “Dateng yesterday huh? Mama's phone chart, keep Juwi maksa there but mama forbid. It's malem.”
I smiled with relief. At least, I'm still welcome in this very warm family, right now.
“Juwi where ma? College?”
“Yes. He also wanted to skip, but mama was furious because two days ago he also did not enter.”
This time I laughed quite loudly. Like Bagas, Juwi also sometimes have a rebellious nature that is opposite to Bagas. You could say, if born equally female, maybe Bagas champion. You see, Bagas was even nosy, he never made Mama and papa angry. He's a nut.
“This, there is a little souvenir from Jakarta for mama, papa sama Juwi ” I said while thrusting a large enough paper bag containing some souvenirs typical of Jakarta and some clothes.
“Aduh, ngerepotin you aja Nad.”
“Ngak ma.”
“You're nginep right?”
I smiled while nodding. “Eumm.”
“Bagas says he has a pretty serious problem at the office and can't get you home. Surely the problem is so fatal until he can not nganter you, ngebiarin you go home alone to Surabaya like this.”
Mom directed me to sit on the living room couch. “Actually the problem was not in Bagas' office anyway, ma. Only all offices were affected, including the office held by Bagas. Nadya also did not have the heart to see Bagas restless and exhausted so.”
Mama smiled, then grabbed my arm for her to wipe.
“Bagas can get through that. That one mama's son, strong kok.”
I greeted my mother's palm and rubbed it gently. Feel how to be given affection other than my own mother who is too excessive. “Yes. Nadya knows it.”
In the afternoon, Juwita came home with a steamed layer that I liked. My favorite original taste, which is also Juwi's favorite because there are many grated cheese on it.
“Mbak Nad....” call him like a child while running hand-stretched asking for a hug. I smiled and spread my hands no less wide than Bagas' beloved sister.
Juwita hugged me tightly, hiding her face between the recesses of my neck after I caught her body that slightly smelled of vehicle smoke. “Kangen.” whining spoiled. Juwi was like this to me, a long time ago.
“This is here. Yok kangen-kangeenan.” I replied as I rubbed his back gently. “Eh, don't miss your mas?”
“Not at all. Yesterday he was VC and made me emotional.”
Bagas always so, he likes joking Juwita to the point of anger. He said no afdol if it does not make the lips of Juwi manyun like a duck.
“Nginep right?” tanya Juwi, stressed that I should stay and spend the night here.
“Iya, but tomorrow afternoon back home mom.”
Juwita's lips frowned, she seemed to disagree with me. “The length of the cake if nginep here, mbak.”
“Iya. Next time you go home with you. You see, Saturday I returned jakarta.”
“Cepet really.” protest Juwita still do not accept.
“Yes pity your mas there no one takes care, dek.”
Suddenly the phone on the table behind me shook. Juwita stopped whining and asked, “Hansel?”
Damnit. He still didn't give up on me answering his phone. Should I just block the number?
“Oh, that's my boss in the office. Maybe there is something to ask about. Answer the phone first huh?”
Juwita nodded while distancing her body from me, letting me leave her without the slightest suspicion.
If you are here, Bagas and I usually sleep in the main room that used to be occupied by Bagas from childhood to adulthood. After locking the door to avoid the worst possibility of Juwita going inside without excuse, I stared at the phone screen and tightened the grip on the smart square.
Hansel called me twice this afternoon, and now, I have to answer him before the terror he's committed becomes more brutal and blindly unfamiliar to the situation.
“What's up?” ask me ketus, do not want to hide my dislike tone to him.
“Jutek very much anyway?” god with a soft voice. “Padahan want to say kangen with a spoiled tone.”
Hid. It could be a 32-year-old man who is married, saying disgusting things like that to someone who is not his wife.
“Nby direct. I'm home in-law.”
“I'm bored at hotel.”
Let me assess how right this question is. “Lagian, why did you go to Surabaya? No one asked you—”
“I'm following you.”
Don't know shame.
“I do not ask you to follow me to Surabaya. Sir, please don't disturb my calm here.”
He was silent for a moment before speaking again.
“Iya I know, Nadya dear. It's of my own accord. After all, no one knows my destination to Surabaya if you follow.”
I'm clucking. My anger began to stir up in the crown. “OK. So the purpose of you coming here, just want to follow me kan” chirps me annoying to my boss who claims himself as my affair.
“Yes, but more to kangen and want there is a moment both of you without anyone disturbing aja, sih.”
“Sinting!” my Cerocos doesn't care anymore even if he's my boss in the office. As for him, he laughed crisply across the street. Sinting right?
“Iya, I'm crazy because my assistant is beautiful.”
“If there is no other destination, I close. I'm not going back to Surabaya to bother you, Mr. Hans.”
The atmosphere was a little quiet after the exchange between me and Hansel. But, uh,
“Seriously I'm bored at the hotel, Nad. Want a way out also males no temen. Want to help me?”
“Emoh.” sahutku fast with Javanese language that surely will not be able to understand.
“Emoh? What is emoh?”
“Try google translate. You are a learned person.” ketusku after that disconnect the call one-sided and change the phone in silent mode.
I pinch my hair a handful, and then squeeze it strong. My head was suddenly heavy and my eyes were hot. So far my relationship with Hansel? How can I get away from him without having to include Bagas in it? All of this is not as easy as imagined.
Then, amid my frustration about an affair with Hansel, my phone lit up without a sound. I glanced lazily, but turned enthusiastic when I knew Bagas was contacting me.
“Halo,” my bro is excited, but not with my heart as stirred. “You new nyampe home?” I continued because Bagas did not give an answer to my greeting.
“Eum. Brand new and still not shower.”
I glanced at the wall clock. Five o'clock ten minutes. “Pick bath, after that eat.”
“Kata Juwi, you again at home mama?”
“Iya. Juwi your phone?”
“Neg. I called him because he and mama make status if again seneng because there is you.”
That's how much they love me.
“But papa out of town,” sulkku with a spoiled voice, more sound like a rat who is squeaking.
“Iya. Papa can just go home the day after he said.”
I'm sorry about that. Papa-in-law is the kindest, and distant, better person than my own father who likes to disturb the tranquility of his children's household.
“Iya. Well, I'm mellow because of you, Gas. Bye ah, shower there!”
“Iya. No shower, I still smell.”
“Sih..”.
Bagas laughs. “Judah. Drugs. I love you.” []
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